Bright Clouds Of Evertime

Bright Clouds Of Evertime
© Surazeus
2025 05 26

Too cheerful for bright clouds of Evertime, 
Yuri stares at sparkling blue river flow 
while stepping across large round smooth wet stones 
toward falls that gush down the moss-slathered cliff, 
drawn by eerie song of the water voice 
that calls her name with breath of timeless hope. 

Tall man with long wind-flowing moon-black hair 
rises from ancient aspect of the stone, 
transforming from the old uprooted tree 
to stand before her with sun-blazing eyes, 
heart beating hawk wings of reserved desire, 
fierce passion he conceals with mask of ice. 

Reaching our her hand with curious grace, 
Yuri lightly touches skin of his cheek, 
cold as snowflakes fluttering from black skies 
where small long-dead stars fracture gloom of night 
with rays of light that streak across the void 
millions of years till they gleam in his eyes. 

Awed by transcendent sense of timeless now 
which expands her view through eternity, 
Yuri offers ice-cold plum to Stone Man 
with smile warm enough to melt glacier peaks 
that send cold water swirling round their legs 
as he accepts her gift with frigid smirk. 

Nine ninja assassins veiled in black robes 
leap swift from silent shadows of despair 
and strike with silver blades honed sharp on hate, 
but Stone Man twirls with elegant ballet, 
protecting woman in yellow kimono 
while he decapitates them one by one. 

Cradling Yuri in arms tense with respect, 
Stone Man gazes in her wide surprised eyes, 
entranced by fragile beauty of her soul, 
then gently helps her stand on river stones 
stained red with blood that gleams in water flow 
which pulses in harmony with her heart. 

Boiling rabbit stew on the crackling flames, 
Yuri sprinkles in onions, yams, and radishes, 
then offers wood bowl of soba that steams 
warm in narrow vale of snow-frosted stones, 
so he bows and eats soba with meat strips, 
startled at flush of joy that fills his heart. 

Holding hands with affectionate respect, 
Yuri and Stone Man stroll across the bridge 
of wood planks arching over Ooka River, 
gliding with comfortable grace of strong love 
in swirling crowd of shoppers passing stalls 
as cloud of white cherry-tree petals swirl.